Immersed in my breakfast and morning reading, it took awhile for me to realize all was quiet. Not a good sign when you have a 13 month old. I looked up, only to discover that Rigg was nowhere to be seen... or heard. I got up and quickly found my son in the bathroom.
With his hands in the toilet, splashing merrily and smiling as if this was one of the best things he would do all day.
I cannot make up my mind which is worse... splashing toilet water with his hands, or drinking from the dogs water bowl...
Either way, I should be getting my award in the mail any day now!